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Stockholm Syndrome, Chapter 3 - Melissa Yuan-Innes
“I can get you Casey Assim,” I said, since at this point, I would have promised both my grandmothers. Not that I’d actually deliver them to this madwoman. But I’d lie up and down Main Street if it would buy me a few seconds. All was fair in love and at gunpoint. “They just brought her in,” said the killer. “She’s in labour. It’s her due date. I know it’s her.” Faulty logic, but my shoulders jerked as my hindbrain...